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Genesis 42:38 - Hebrew Names version (HNV)

38 He said, *My son shall not go down with you; for his brother is dead, and he only is left. If harm happens to him along the way in which you go, then you will bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to She'ol.*

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

38 And he said, My son shall not go down with you; for his brother is dead, and he is left alone: if mischief befall him by the way in the which ye go, then shall ye bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

38 But [Jacob] said, My son shall not go down with you, for his brother is dead and he alone is left [of his mother's children]; if harm or accident should befall him on the journey you are to take, you would bring my hoary head down to Sheol (the place of the dead) with grief.

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American Standard Version (1901)

38 And he said, My son shall not go down with you; for his brother is dead, and he only is left: if harm befall him by the way in which ye go, then will ye bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to Sheol.

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Common English Bible

38 But Jacob said to him, “My son won’t go down with you because his brother’s dead and he’s been left all alone. If anything were to happen to him on the trip you are taking, you would send me—old as I am—to my grave in grief.”

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Catholic Public Domain Version

38 But he said: "My son will not go down with you. His brother is dead, and he is left alone. If any adversity will befall him in the land to which you travel, you would lead my grey hairs down with sorrow to the grave."

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Genesis 42:38
20 Tagairtí Cros  

He recognized it, and said, *It is my son's coat. An evil animal has devoured him. Yosef is without doubt torn in pieces.*


Ya`akov tore his clothes, and put sackcloth on his waist, and mourned for his son many days.


All his sons and all his daughters rose up to comfort him, but he refused to be comforted. He said, *For I will go down to She'ol to my son mourning.* His father wept for him.


They said, *We, your servants, are twelve brothers, the sons of one man in the land of Kena`an; and behold, the youngest is this day with our father, and one is no more.*


Re'uven spoke to his father, saying, *Kill my two sons, if I don't bring him to you. Entrust him to my care, and I will bring him to you again.*


But Ya`akov didn't send Binyamin, Yosef's brother, with his brothers; for he said, *Lest perhaps harm happen to him.*


Take your brother also, get up, and return to the man.


We said to my lord, 'We have a father, an old man, and a child of his old age, a little one; and his brother is dead, and he alone is left of his mother; and his father loves him.'


We said to my lord, 'The boy can't leave his father: for if he should leave his father, his father would die.'


Do therefore according to your wisdom, and don't let his gray head go down to She'ol in shalom.


He makes a path shine after him. One would think the deep had white hair.


Yes, even when I am old and gray-haired, God, don't forsake me, until I have declared your strength to the next generation, your might to everyone who is to come.


The days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.


I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and behold, all is vanity and a chasing after wind.


For to the man who pleases him, God gives wisdom, knowledge, and joy; but to the sinner he gives travail, to gather and to heap up, that he may give to him who pleases God. This also is vanity and a chasing after wind.


I said, *In the middle of my life I go into the gates of She'ol. I am deprived of the residue of my years.*


and even to old age I am he, and even to gray hairs will I carry you. I have made, and I will bear; yes, I will carry, and will deliver.


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